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prison gates were besieged like the entrance of a booth at a fair; and the
Condemned Hold where he was confined, and to which visitors were admitted at
the moderate rate of a guinea a-head, had quite the appearance of a showroom. ‘Why, that’s it. With his chisel so fine, tra la!
"There!" cried the boy, leaping from the stool, and drawing back a few paces on
the bench to examine his performance,—"that'll do. It was a
copy of the pencil sketch taken of him nine years ago by Winifred, and
awakened a thousand tender recollections. Warren’s Profession furtively with Hetty Widgett from the gallery of a Stage
Society performance one Monday afternoon. A woman hard to read, who seemed to delight in keeping locked up
behind that fascinating rigidity of feature the intense sensibility which had been
revealed to him, her master, only in occasional and rare moments of enthusiasm.
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